The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, D.D., Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Том 7
J. Johnson, J. Nichols, R. Baldwin, Otridge and Son, J. Sewell, F. and C. Rivington, T. Payne, R. Faulder, G. and J. Robinson, R. Lea, J. Nunn, W. Cuthell, T. Egerton, ... [and 12 others], 1801
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Стр. 47 - force Apply'd at bottom stops its course : Doom'd ever in suspense to dwell, 'Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost 65 Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels, Increas'd by new intestine wheels; And, what exalts the wonder more, The number made the motion
Стр. 47 - 75 Had never left each other's side : The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone ; But, up against the steeple rear'd, Became a clock, and still adher'd ; 80 And still its love to houshold cares, By a shrill voice at noon, declares, Warning the cookmaid not to burn That
Стр. 86 - Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As "What's o'clock?" And, "How's the wind?" " Whose chariot's that we left behind?" 90 Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs * ; Or, " Have you nothing new to day " From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?
Стр. 117 - She noted all she ever read ! And had a most discerning head ! 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit 760 Will condescend to take a bit.
Стр. 119 - And will each accidental glance Interpret for a kind advance. But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, 820 Talks in a high romantick strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less
Стр. 86 - My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. 100 Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well:
Стр. 363 - die in his calling, He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack, And promis'd to pay for it when he came back. His waistcoat, and stockings, and breeches, were white; His cap had a new cherry riband to tye 't. The maids to the doors and the balconies ran, •• And
Стр. 88 - could I see my country seat! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book ; 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town *. THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF. 1713. [A few of the first lines are wanting.] * * * By an
Стр. 340 - Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you. [This comparison will hold, Could it well in rhyme be told, How conversing, listening, thinking, Justly may resemble drinking ; For a friend a glass you fill, What is this but to